small gods and playgrounds
When was the last time you played?
Me? Well, tonight.
And the white sangria (tastes like pineapple juice. Exactly. Dangerous, that.) had nothing to do with it.
After a delightful meal, my dear Gwendolyn1 sykii and I were enjoying a post-prandial stroll through Inwood Hill Park, and discovered that the Indian Road Playground stays open till 1 am.
At first, it was just memory lane, you know? What we would have imagined stuff to be (war stations, living chessboards, hallowed hallways through which to make stately evil imperial marches.
But then... there were swings, people. Swings. I love swings. Closest thing to flying I've found ever. And I slid down the corkscrew slide, and sykii can still hang upside down by her knees. We can't really be grown up, can we? If we can still do that?
Seriously, it was kaleidoscopically fun.
I can't wait to go back.
1 Obligatory Importance of Being Earnest Reference, pay it no mind.
(P.S. Gratuituous Icon Postage. ARE THEY NOT ADORABLE? I think I ship it.)
Me? Well, tonight.
And the white sangria (tastes like pineapple juice. Exactly. Dangerous, that.) had nothing to do with it.
After a delightful meal, my dear Gwendolyn1 sykii and I were enjoying a post-prandial stroll through Inwood Hill Park, and discovered that the Indian Road Playground stays open till 1 am.
At first, it was just memory lane, you know? What we would have imagined stuff to be (war stations, living chessboards, hallowed hallways through which to make stately evil imperial marches.
But then... there were swings, people. Swings. I love swings. Closest thing to flying I've found ever. And I slid down the corkscrew slide, and sykii can still hang upside down by her knees. We can't really be grown up, can we? If we can still do that?
Seriously, it was kaleidoscopically fun.
I can't wait to go back.
1 Obligatory Importance of Being Earnest Reference, pay it no mind.
(P.S. Gratuituous Icon Postage. ARE THEY NOT ADORABLE? I think I ship it.)